What became of the signers of the Declaration of Independence? My friend Trail Pal posted this page.
     I am tired and depressed. Had a wonderful lunch in NYC with a pair of nutcase dedubbers, one of whom was in town for a Very Limited Time Only, but then thoroughly botched the calculations of time to get back to NJ for (another) lunch with Rebar. I would have been only half an hour late if I had taken the correct route leaving the NJT train station, but for some reason thought I had to make a left and then a right to get to the place. Another forty five minutes later, after having been lost in suburban hell and going the wrong way on a US highway in a state of furious hysteria, miles and miles from any sign of a pay phone, I finally got there, on the verge of vomiting, and he had very little time left. So apologetic, so guilty, so ready to hurl! But my stomach stayed where it was, and I wound up nibbling a bit and having a soda.
     What a fool I am. As soon as I heard of the Limited Time Only engagement, I should have postponed the second lunch. But I feel as though I have been shortchanging my friend rather often lately, and wanted to come through. Sigh. Wound up botching it anyway.